Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Busters,
MC5,
Ituana,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.